This is a song about "Guns weed bitches opps trap niggas fuck"

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Fuck rappin' about smokin' drugs, they hurtin' your lungs, tons, of guns.

All you niggas comin with me its a fuckin trap

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

I seen a lot of niggas change over weed and lean,

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

Give a fuck you bitches.

I got to fight this